I just lost my horse, Toby, and feel the need to talk about him and ask for advice on coping. Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. Toby was 21 when he passed due to colic and I’d owned him for 16 years.
He was my first horse, my dad bought him to be the family horse. Out of all my siblings, I’m the only one who stuck with horses, so he became my horse.
Toby was a wonderful first horse. He acted like a grumpy old man, but was secretly a total softie and tolerated many ill-advised kid shenanigans. He retired from riding at the age of 11 due to navicular and arthritis, but remained my steadfast companion and friend. He loved peppermints, his birthday carrot cake, and was a total sucker for some good wither scratches. He made the best faces of total contentment when you got the right itchy spot. I was so lucky to be his person. I’ve lived over half my life with Toby, who was always there to help celebrate my successes and mourn my losses and failures with me.
Toby was a huge part of my life and much of my identity is wrapped up in being a horse owner.
I went to the barn essentially every day and my closest friends are my barn friends. However, now I am no longer a horse owner and I think I’m going to find it really difficult to be at the barn, especially when I know I won’t hear Toby’s usual nicker of greeting, or see his beautiful face looking over his stall guard, or find him waiting for me at the paddock gate.
How do you cope with grieving the loss of your equine best friend and the loss of an important part of your identity?
I’m really, really not looking forward to having to pack up his things from his boarding barn, does anyone have advice on making that any easier?